02 April 2012

Finding You



A moment, those 5 days reduced to one
open-eyed communication of "I am here."
And how lucky that was even as much as
a 4-leaf clover in a field of spring growth
before Gaea and Hestia cook supper
and we pray for fecundity.
At the same Table.  We.
Lucky moment even as much as finding forevermore
in a marriage ceremony and see-ya-later
in a breakfast roll, in a forget-me-not.
O Love, do you think? 



Originally written for NaPoWriMo on 5/2/2012, I am re-posting this poem for "Poets United: Poetry Pantry #102" where my blog(s) have just joined the roll call.  This poem leaves a lot out, but I think "I am here" and want to know, really.


Copyright © 2012 S.L.Chast

4 comments:

Laura said...

"and we pray for fecundity.
At the same Table." oooh tasty morsels in this poem.

Susan said...

Thank you. Enjoy the meal!

Old Ollie said...

nice work - I like your use of allusion

Susan said...

Thank you, Old Ollie.